Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

999 responded, and flipped through the world information in confusion, and said in surprise: [Yuanbao, this is your husband's property, ah, it's his intelligence network. He is the boss behind this place. The girl in front of you can't expose him. ]

Tong Xiyuan understood, picked a chair far away and sat down, and said to the woman: "I don't want to listen to the music, you go out, I'm waiting for someone here."

Since he is the boss behind the scenes, he should know that he is coming soon.

The woman wanted to say something else, but Tong Xiyuan generously placed a palm-sized silver ingot on the table. The woman immediately grinned, picked up the silver ingot and left, and even kindly helped Tong Xiyuan close the door from the outside.

[Where do we get the money?] 999 asked him.

Tong Xiyuan said: [Given by Zhaoyue.]

It's really a pity that a brother has to rely on his sister for living expenses.

"Pavilion Master, the Fifth Prince is here."

In the most secret room of Hongxiangyuan, a man wearing a black cloak and a dark golden mask frowned and said in a cold voice, "What is he doing here?"

The person reporting said: "The girl in the building said that the fifth prince came to look for..."

Fan He sneered and interrupted him, "Looking for fun? Then send him a few young men."

"Hey, Pavilion Master, the Fifth Prince is here to see you."

Would it be inappropriate to send the young waiter over there?

Fan He paused, "Looking for me?"

How did Tong Xiyuan know he was here?

No, it was a dark and windy night. Why did this person not sleep in the palace but traveled all the way to a brothel to find him? Even a dog wouldn't believe it if I told anyone.

Fan He stood up, asked the location of Tong Xiyuan's room, and left. When he arrived outside the door, he heard the sound of pouring water and talking inside, and kicked the door open.

With a "bang", Tong Xiyuan was startled, and the servant who came to serve him tea almost dropped the teapot on the ground.

Fan He walked in and sat down on the chair next to Tong Xiyuan. He picked up the cup that had just been filled with tea and took a sip. "Your Highness is in a good mood. Is the tea in the palace not tasty?"

Tong Xiyuan looked at the eyes exposed through his mask and was surprised that Fan He was dressed like this. Did he have to cover up like this even when he came to his place?

Fan He glanced at the frightened boy and said, "Get out."

The servant ran off with the tray, forgetting even to leave the teapot behind.

The door closed again. Fan He raised his hand and took off his mask. Seeing Tong Xiyuan didn't say anything, he took a deep breath and smiled, "What? Are you disappointed to see that it's my Highness? That's right, the girls in Hongxiangyuan are lovely, and the young prostitutes are even better. Your Highness is young, so it's normal for you to come here late at night."

Tong Xiyuan frowned when he heard his sarcastic words, then stood up and said, "It's really late."

He threw the purse he brought on the table, without even looking at Fan He, and walked out.

[Don't you want to coax her?] 999 looked at Tong Xiyuan's actions and said in shock, [Your husband is obviously jealous.]

Tong Xiyuan didn't even look back, and walked away very casually, [I can't coax you tonight. ]

Fan He had already known about his feelings. If Fan He was interested, he would definitely not leave today. Tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the emperor would hold a banquet in the palace. The palace would be busy from morning to night. If this unpopular prince could not get back in the morning and was discovered, he would definitely be held accountable by the suspicious emperor.

In Hongxiang Courtyard, Fan He picked up the neatly embroidered purse from the table. Before he got close to it, he smelled a fragrance that couldn't be more familiar.

It was even more fragrant than the ointment Tong Xiyuan had given him before, and was almost exactly the same as what he smelled on Tong Xiyuan's neck that day.

Fan He raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the ropes on both sides of the purse, hung it around his waist and tied a knot.

***

The next day, Mid-Autumn Festival.

Since the empress dowager passed away three years ago, the emperor has not had such a lively time in the palace in order to show his filial piety.

As night fell, a bright full moon hung high above the majestic imperial palace.

"The Emperor has arrived——"

Following a sharp shout from the eunuch, the ministers and female relatives stood up and saluted. The empress walked beside the emperor in gorgeous clothes, and on the other side was the imperial concubine who was already beginning to show her pregnancy.

The superiors took their seats one by one, followed by the courtiers and women.

The emperor glanced around the beautiful decorations in the hall, nodded with satisfaction, and announced the start of the banquet.

After drinking and watching dance, the emperor took the concubine's hand and walked down from the dragon throne, asking everyone to go outside with him to watch the moon.

Moon-appreciating is inseparable from writing poetry, and writing poetry is inseparable from competing with each other.

Suddenly, someone said, "The Prime Minister's daughter is really talented. Even I can't write better sentences than her. Is there a marriage for such a stunning and talented woman?"

The prime minister's daughter lowered her head in shame and looked at her father.

The Prime Minister waved his hand, "Never married."

"Oh?" The emperor pulled the imperial concubine over, glanced at the prime minister's daughter, and asked, "Do you already have someone in mind? I am happy today. If you tell me, I will personally grant you a marriage."

The prime minister and his daughter both looked flattered.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Zhao Yue ate a piece of crab meat and said to Tong Xiyuan, "Fifth brother, do you believe that the emperor will grant a marriage to the second brother?"

Tong Xiyuan noticed the Prime Minister and asked, "Didn't my second brother get married?"

"That's a concubine," Zhao Yue said, "Father has already decided on the position of principal wife for my second brother. Just wait and see."

Tong Xiyuan smiled but said nothing. The emperor had many children. In addition to the eldest and fourth sons who died unexpectedly, he had countless sons. The second prince was born to the queen and was the most likely to inherit the throne. No matter what the emperor considered, he would not let him marry the daughter of the powerful prime minister.

But Tong Xiyuan never expected that this marriage would be granted to him.

"Fifth Prince, His Majesty invites you over." The eunuch beside the emperor came to invite him personally, smiling with wrinkles on his face.

Tong Xiyuan followed cautiously, "What does Father want me to do?"

The emperor looked at him inscrutablely and said solemnly, "Yuan'er, your mother is not here, and your father has been busy with affairs in recent years and has neglected you. Today, I suddenly realized that you have grown up."

Tong Xiyuan looked at him, and opposite him stood the prime minister and his daughter who had not yet left, and a bad suspicion gradually arose in his heart.

How can we weaken the power of an overly powerful official without breaking off relations?

That is to cut off the opponent's way of further development and give the opponent a heavy blow as a warning.

For someone like the Prime Minister, the only way to deal with him is through marriage, except to suppress him in the court.

As if to confirm Tong Xiyuan's guess, the emperor patted his shoulder lovingly and said gently, "You should have married a long time ago. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is a good day. How about your father granting you a marriage with the prime minister's daughter?"

Tong Xiyuan's head buzzed and he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.

The sound of stringed instruments behind him stopped for a moment. Fan He, who was called to play the piano because Concubine Zhirao was homesick, held the strings in front of him and looked over here coldly.